Holden Turner feels rejected by his best friend, Blair. To hide the hurt, he turns to drinking and dancing, looking for something to fill the void in his heart. One night while partying inside the Silver Bullet, he drinks too much and blacks out.

Jack Hearst is lonely. It’s becoming harder for him to sit back and watch his friends with their mates. Things change when he spots his True Match on the dance floor, surrounded by men. Approaching the group, he flashes his fangs and they quickly take the hint…running away. Left alone with Holden, Jack takes the young man home.

When Holden wakes up in a strange place, he quickly escapes only to find out that someone has marked him…his mate. Unsure of what to do, Holden hides out, hoping that his memory will return. Before he can find the man, tragedy strikes, leaving Holden fighting for his life.

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

Jack sat down at his usual table, swirling his glass of expensive scotch and checking out all the sexy young men dancing around the club. He loved visiting the Silver Bullet. It was the most amazing gay club he’d ever been to and that was saying something, since he’d been to thousands over his long life.

Standing up, Jack strode to the bar and held up his empty glass. The bartender caught his eye and nodded, rushing to fill a new glass. Jack leaned against the counter, waiting. A sweet scent caught his attention and Jack stood up straight. His heart sped up, eyes going wide. His True Match was close. He didn’t have to look too far, three young men, probably in their early twenties, were casually talking. One of those men is my man.

He tried to move closer without being too obvious. He took a deep breath, calculating each scent until he knew which man was his. Muscular, lean, a strong jaw, short, spiky blond hair, and lips to die for. He was everything that Jack had ever fantasized about and more. The young man jumped off the barstool and Jack was momentarily stunned speechless as he pulled his shirt off and marched to the dance floor. The man didn’t look happy though. His eyes were sad.

Jack watched his True Match dance, shaking his ass and getting plenty of attention from other men. A spike of jealousy rushed through his system, his teeth growing. He wanted to yank the young man away, but he didn’t have that right, not yet. The bartender slid Jack’s drink to him and he took a gulp, letting the potent liquid burn his throat.

“He’s taking this real bad.” He didn’t know the guys’ names, but knew they were talking about his True Match. What was he taking really bad? What happened? He wanted to learn more before pulling his man off the dance floor and he would be doing that, very soon.

“What about you?” the other guy asked and he wanted to roll his eyes. No, he wanted to hear about his True Match.

“Me?” guy one asked.

“Ranger?” guy two asked back.

Jack knew who Ranger was. Shifter. He knew that his True Match had some shifter blood, he could scent the earthy smell, but he wasn’t fully wolf.

“He’s not my mate. In this instance, I know how Holden feels. The only difference is that I can keep my feelings locked away.”

He was finally getting somewhere. His True Match’s name was Holden and the man wasn’t good at hiding his emotions.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m tired, I just want to go back to The Castle and go to bed.”

“Why did you come out?”

“Holden. I thought that he might need a friend and a designated driver.”

“It looks like he’s found a few new friends.”

Jack ground his teeth together. His young man wouldn’t be with anyone but him. Soon, he would be pushing all those other guys away. Soon, his sexy little Holden would know him.

“It’s not real. He’s just trying to get over the pain.”

That confirmed it, the young man was hurting. He’d known the moment he saw those sad blue eyes, but now, his friends confirmed it.

“Jeez, Maddox, I feel guilty enough, man. Sean is my mate. I love him. I’ve loved him since I was sixteen.” He wasn’t sure why the young man felt guilty. He was in love with his mate. What did that have to do with Holden? They weren’t meant to be.

“I know. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I get it. If drinking and dancing would get Ranger out of my head, even temporarily, I’d do it.” What did that mean? Was his True Match in love with his friend? He was young and hurting because his friend found his mate?

“Have you and Ranger…?”

“Yeah, we did, right after graduation, on my eighteenth birthday.”

“Holy shit! How did I not know? Where the hell was I?” Jack grabbed his glass, ready to leave. He didn’t need to hear any of this personal information. It was time to get his True Match off the dance floor. Maybe even take him home and get their lives started.

“Crying about Sean to Holden. He held you when you cried about your mate. Of course he’d fall in love. He took care of you. I’m gonna leave.”

Lifting up his free hand, Jack rubbed his chest. He didn’t know why his heart hurt from just hearing the words. His True Match was in love with another man. It seemed that he had his work cut out for him. He abandoned his glass on the bar and went straight to the dance floor. It didn’t take nearly that long to clear the men away from Holden. He bared his fangs and they scattered.

“Hi.” Holden looked up at him and grinned.

His blue eyes sparkled and he licked his lips. My True Match likes what he sees. Jack was thrilled.Holden just stood there looking up at Jack under those thick blond lashes. With no thought behind the action, Jack cupped Holden’s face, pulling the younger man closer. He slanted his head, laying a soft kiss onto sweet lips. Holden whimpered, fisting Jack’s shirt as he leaned in.

Holden opened his mouth, allowing Jack’s tongue to explore. A cry of protest left Holden’s throat as Jack pulled away.

“I wanted to do that the moment I laid my eyes on you,” Jack whispered against Holden’s lips.

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Olivia Black writes contemporary and paranormal gay romance with Siren Publishing. She lives in San Diego and spends most of her time writing and drinking coffee. Olivia is a hopeful romantic and believes everyone deserves to find their happily ever after. You can contact her at OliviaBlackBooks@ gmail.com.